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Saturday, October 17, 2015

The weekend is here! Its always a fun time. It looks like I will have a full house all weekend. That's okay, I've got it handled. And Monday it will be a quiet house with only little Norman and me. My goal for the weekend is to finish the edits for The Keeper of the House Finds His Wee One. Its mostly done, but still needs a few tweaks.
Today's author at ManLove Fantasies has a wonderful paranormal story for us to enjoy.

Tarek Falco was hardened as a young boy after witnessing the tragic death of
his mother at the hands of a Panthatarian. Over the years he grew to detest
their breed and all those around him. Now as an Oath Keeper his job is to keep
Zarantaria safe, though few can tolerate him.Micah Tulsen is the youngest of his Spartician brothers. With his rugged
good looks, he usually has more suitors than he knows what to do with, though
none of them much interested him like someone always had.On the twentieth anniversary of Tarek’s mother’s death Micah watches him
from afar, unnerved by the unrelenting connection he feels for him. With Tarek
focusing solely on seeking revenge against the Panthatarian that killed his
mother, Micah steps in refusing to let the past eat away at Tarek and destroy
him.The question remains…can Micah tame his wild beast? Or will Tarek’s
unrelenting rage end up destroying them both?

Tarek swung his leg over the side of Bailey and slid off the saddle. “Are
you crazy? You can’t have an open flame out in the middle of the forest!” Micah looked around. “An open flame? I’m a good twenty yards from any tree,
and I dug a pit and surrounded the small fire with small boulders. This fire is
the epitome of fire safety.”“Do you have a permit?” Tarek asked indignantly. He was pissed that this guy was daring to question his authority. “A
permit?” Micah shook his head from side to side and laughed. “Do I have a
permit, he asks.” “Who are you talking to?”“Myself.”Tarek raised a brow and looked down at Micah. “You on something? Have you
been smoking some of those roasted Eucayan leaves?”Micah burst out into laughter and rested his stick across the fire. He then
stood up and brushed himself off. “Look, man. I don’t know what your deal is. I
mean…I do, but I came out here to relax. So if you don’t mind I’d like to be
left alone. I think last night I gave you enough of my time. If you know what I
mean.”Tarek listened to the man who was apparently having fun mocking him. He’d
seen Micah more in the past day than he probably had in months. It seemed odd
to him that this guy just started showing up everywhere he was. He never
believed in coincidences before, and he wasn’t about to start now.“Have you been following me?” Micah was reaching for a bottle of liquor from his satchel when he turned
back to Tarek with apparent disbelief. “Excuse me?”“You heard me. Are you following me?”Micah popped the cap off of the brown bottle and tossed back a swig before
answering. “Not that I’m admitting to anything here, but why pray tell would
you think I was following you?”Tarek shrugged. “It would make sense. It wasn’t until this morning that I
realized you were watching me the other night on Ranier’s Ledge. Then last
night you were watching me at Lake Paskee. Now tonight I happened upon you not
once, but twice while I’m out in the valley. That’s a whole lot of coincidence
for just a few days.”“Hold on there, big guy. Before your ego explodes allow me to let you in on
something. You found me twice tonight. Not the other way around. I was already
here when you came up to me. So, while you’re rolling all these inane theories
inside that big old head of yours, consider that, too.” “I’m just saying. Seems suspicious to me,” Tarek pointed out smugly while
crossing his arms. “Seems suspicious? Does it now? Well if that isn’t the pot calling the
kettle black, I don’t know what is.”Tarek wasn’t amused by his analogy. He never heard his brother mention Micah
Tulsen to him before, but he was suddenly becoming very curious if the two knew
one another in more than just passing.“Meaning?” he asked. “It seems a little hypocritical for you to be calling my behavior
suspicious. Not sure you have much right to pass judgment on anyone. You’re the
most suspicious and dreadful person I know. But, hey I’m just one person. It’s
not like the whole Z Pac thinks you’re an ass or anything. Or wait…oh that’s
right. They do.”Tarek worked his teeth together as his annoyance built. “Think you’re pretty
cute, don’t you?”“Hey.” Micah shrugged. “Just saying.” “Whatever. I don’t have time for your shit. And truthfully, I don’t really
care what you or anyone thinks about me.”Tarek stalked back over to Bailey and stuck his foot in the stirrup. He was
about to hop on the saddle when Micah offered another jab. “I know, right. I mean who cares what an entire society thinks of you. We
can’t possibly be right. I mean surely each and every one of us are wrong and
you’re not an abrasive asshole. Surely we have all misunderstood your shitty
attitude. And in truth you’re really a swell guy.” He turned on his heel and pointed his finger out in warning. “Watch it!”Micah just laughed and took another swig of his liquor. “Whatever. Go be a
dick somewhere else. I’ve got some relaxing to do, and you are ruining my good
time.”Tarek glared at him. What an obnoxious ass to think he could talk to an Oath
Keeper like that. “You’re just pissed because I didn’t get you off last night.”Micah stopped himself in mid drink and tilted his head to one side. He
opened his mouth, obviously prepared to say something, but just as quickly he
closed it and replaced the cap back on his bottle before placing it back in the
satchel. “What’s the matter? Hit a nerve?” Tarek challenged him.“Get the fuck out of here.” Micah’s voice came out in a whisper, but it was
laced with despise. “You don’t tell me what to do.” Tarek stalked back over to Micah and closed
the distance between them. Once they were face-to-face he added, “I want an
answer. Have you been stalking me?”“No, damn it! Now get the fuck out of here before I do something we will
both regret,” Micah warned.“Are you threatening me? Need I remind you that I’m an Oath Keeper? To
threaten an Oath Keeper is to threaten the entire Z Pac. It goes against our
bylaws and —”“Oh my fuck! Shut the hell up! Are you always this full of yourself? What?
This is Tarek Falco’s world, and we’re just all lucky enough to live in it?”
Micah screamed at him.“That’s it. I’ve had it with you. I’m taking you in. You have no respect
for…for…anything!”“Wrong. I have no respect for you!” Micah bit back.“Oh really?” Tarek crossed his arms. He could feel the knowing prickle of
his Spartician fur poking through his skin. He was furious that he was letting
this fucker anger him so.

ADULT EXCERPT

In all his years of different lovers and different species of men he’d
fucked and sucked he had never felt the things that he was experiencing with
Tarek. His heart was being squeezed tight, almost painfully so in a warm grip
that scared and delighted him all at once. Since Tarek’s admission he had opened a door to Micah that he knew was
special. It wasn’t just his body he was going to be offering, but a part of him
that no one had ever seen or been a part of. He might be arrogant and disliked
by most, but soon he would be all his, and Micah wouldn’t care what anyone
thought then. He dropped his clothes in a ball with Tarek’s and knelt down between his
knees. His cock brushed alongside Tarek’s and sent a shiver down his body.
Reaching down, Micah grabbed Tarek’s cock with his own and wrapped his fingers
around the two of them. Slowly he worked his hand down, teasing them both with
gentle strokes. Tarek lifted his ass off the ground and dropped his head back against the
ground. In the daylight Micah could see more of his body. The subtle canvas of
his physique was painted with curves and valleys of different muscles of
varying size. His chest was sprinkled with light-brown curled hair which worked
its way down into a V at his stomach. His thighs were long and strong with the
same hairs covering his limbs.It brought back memories of the night he watched him in the water. The way
he played so carelessly when he thought no one was watching. That was the Tarek
he wanted to know, the one that he never let anyone see.He wondered if Tarek shifted much at all. He seemed so hard and rough most
of the time, Micah doubted that he ever took the time to experience the joys
that being a Spartician could offer.They were the one of the strongest breeds of the Z Pac and their vibrant
colors of gold-and-white fur decorated with black spots made them some of the
most beautiful as well. Micah had found many of his own mates by their shifted
form. There was something so sexy about man once he had shifted into his
alternate self. He decided that would be there next step. Together they would shift with one
another. He’d teach Tarek the joys of being a Spartician, rather than hiding
who he was behind his harsh exterior. Micah continued the delicate taunt on both of their cocks until he couldn’t
take it another moment longer. “I have to have you.” His statement wasn’t a warning or a question. It was fact. He released both
of their cocks from his hold and scooted closer between the apex of Tarek’s
thighs. He lifted Tarek’s bottom who looked at him nervously.“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle. I would never hurt you,” he promised. Tarek nodded and relaxed his tense muscles. Micah positioned his knees
underneath Tarek’s cheek so he was in an upward angle. Then he used his hands
to spread them apart until he saw Tarek’s puckering hole. Sweet God almighty. He was staring at glory. Tarek’s tiny hole was pulsating
and moving in and out with the tense muscles which protected his virgin hole.
He watched in admiration as it fluttered open and closed every few seconds with
Tarek’s rapid breaths.“It’s okay, baby. Trust me to take care of you.” He wasn’t demanding this
time. He was assuring Tarek, calming him so he could enjoy it. Micah brought his hand up to his mouth and spat some saliva onto his
fingertips. He brought the wetness down to Tarek’s ass and pushed the moisture
around his entrance, poking and probing until Tarek relaxed enough to allow
Micah’s two fingers inside.Tarek moaned and his back arched against the hard ground. Micah knew that
sound and knew it wasn’t pain which was inflicting his lover, so he continued
his ministrations until he worked a third and finally a fourth finger inside. Tarek’s body started to buck and writhe under Micah’s intrusion, and it was
nearly his undoing. His cock was dripping with pre-cum. He was beyond ready to
lose himself in the tight heat of Micah’s ass. For some reason though he
couldn’t stop himself from finger-fucking Tarek’s ass. It was the most erotic
thing he’d ever witnessed, and he’d seen a lot of sexual things over the years.
“Fuck me,” Tarek moaned between breaths. That had been the final straw. Micah wasn’t just making himself suffer.
Tarek wanted it, too. He couldn’t wait any longer. There was no way he’d last a
second longer. He removed his fingers and cupped the head of his cock. Working the leaking
moisture around his shaft, Micah bit out a few curses to try and rein in his
orgasm. He was so close he could already sense his impending climax. It was
mere moments away. Once his cock was slick he positioned himself at Tarek’s entrance. His eyes
flashed open to Micah’s and together they connected. Their eyes locked together
and Micah whispered, “You are mine.” With a fierce and primal drive, Micah thrust into him. Tarek howled
something into the quiet forest and Micah held himself still. Tarek’s muscles
closed in around him, sucking, massaging, and vibrating against his cock. Sweat beaded on his forehead as the sensations enveloped him. Neither one of
them moved, but Micah knew without a doubt that he was being fucked harder than
he’d ever been before. The million or so nerve endings inside Tarek’s tight
channel were working him over and showing him who was in charge. He opened his eyes, not even realizing that he’d shut them and looked at the
trees around him. He felt light-headed and delirious as he continued to ride
whatever wave Tarek was taking him on.